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"You boys aren't from up here I'm guessin?" Almost reflexively I look up from my menu and smile at Rob. The kind of smile breaks out when your grandmo…
Revised 9 Nov 2007 by
Bennie Wells
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Sometimes when you have a car, you don't really have a car. And sometimes when you're not mad you're really mad. And other times when you are mad you'…
Revised 12 Sep 2007 by
Bennie Wells
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The trek to the stages was lined by the foulest residue of human existence. In between the loosely organized lines of vulgar humanity were puddles of …
Revised 20 Jun 2007 by
Bennie Wells
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In a cab going 70 down a black interstate with trees on one side and a concrete median smoothly gliding by on the other I quietly focus on the glow of…
Revised 7 Jun 2007 by
Bennie Wells
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Someone recently remarked to me that I tend to tell stories in a sprawling manner; in such a way that leads me into other stories that may or may not …
Revised 14 May 2007 by
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There are no cigarette butts in Hanover. Well, almost none. There are now anywhere between 17 and 24, depending on how many the large lady outside The…
Revised 1 Jun 2007 by
Bennie Wells
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We get that question all the time: Why New York? Why now? No matter how long you've been here or who's doing the asking, people fell like there should…
Revised 23 Aug 2007 by
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Eventually I stopped listening to the story that was being told and started concentrating on his face. Not the narrator's but my father's. His look sa…
Revised 11 Apr 2007 by
Bennie Wells
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Scout Team Terminology: MaydayDo-over. Run it back. Once again. Mayday refers to the running of a specific play again in practice immediately after it…
Revised 31 Aug 2007 by
Bennie Wells
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The things that stick in my memory are never what I imagined they would be: what I imagine other people to remember when they consider who they are an…
Revised 20 Apr 2007 by
Bennie Wells
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